I am receiving emails from folks who, thanks to an offhand remark by Jon Stewart, call themselves the “Warren Wing” and want to browbeat Senator Elizabeth Warren into running for the Democratic nomination for President.
Senator Warren has repeatedly declared that she does not want and will not run for the nomination. Who the hell are they to question that?
Also, as a practical political consideration, she can likely do more good as a Senator for many years than she can do as a President for no more then eight. Furthermore, browbeating is seldom a propitious tactic.
I suggest that the “Warren Wing” grow up, live in the Real World where real stuff gets done, and stop tilting at windmills.
One of the failings of many of my fellow lefties is the notion that the only election that matters is the Presidential election. This bunch should go “Warren Wing” themselves a few state legislatures and learn how stuff works.
Peter St. Onge considers the iWatch and rudeness quotient.
He has a point.
As much as I do love computers for what they make possible, I am appalled at persons who continue telephone calls as they deal with sales clerks and find a twits on twitter more important than the friends in front of them. Heck, some young lady with her head in a cell phone nearly collided with me as she cut a left turn too close (and too fast) at an intersection day before yesterday.
Smart phones wielded by stupid persons make for no good outcome.
Does anyone still read Time Magazine and, if so, why?
I didn’t watch the X-Files the first time around and intend to maintain that record.
. . . Gannett, for creating the world’s user-unfriendliest websites, such as, say, for example!
And they said it couldn’t be done . . . .
A “peace-loving” society does not routinely refer to members and veterans of its armed forces as “warriors.”
Soldiers, pilots, sailors, veterans, even fighters, maybe, but not “warriors.”
My local rag reports that Norfolk’s “Virginia Zoo” has not been a good place for wallabies to be.
(If you wonder why I have a print subscription to my local rag, this story illustrates why. We need local newspapers, and local newspapers need our support. Plus, my local rag is a good local rag. It’s not perfect, but it’s still my local rag.)
I have not visited Norfolk’s “Virginia Zoo.” The older I get, the less I am fascinated by animals in cages.
Whoever came up with the idea for those little change pockets on the inside of the front pockets of men’s trousers, which serve only to make change inaccessible to the wearer, deserves swift and merciless retribution.
. . . and there is no good time for a washing machine to overflow.
Yesterday was interesting.
When I was a young ‘un, back in the olden days, the typical house had few clocks. There was the kitchen clock, the living room mantle clock, and a bedroom alarm clock or two. Grown-ups usually had watches.
I counted the clocks in the kitchen last night. There is one on the wall, one on the stove, one on the coffee-maker, and one on the microwave; if we had a mixmaster, I’m sure that, these days, there would be one on the damn mixmaster. I’m mildly surprised there’s not one on the slotted spoon.
In the living room, there is one on the cable box and one on the weather gadget. This does not include the clocks on the three computers (his and hers personal laptops and my friend’s work laptop for the VPN to her office computer).
I no longer wear a watch, as there is a clock on the cellphone in my pocket (I sometimes carry the pocketwatch my mother gave me for high school graduation when I want to be
pretentious formal, but that’s another thing).
Once not all that long ago, when I was on a gig to design some training materials, several of us were looking to schedule a demonstration so I could collect some information. When we went to set a time for the demo, all three of us pulled cellphones from our pockets to check the time. Not one of us wore a watch.
Time is no longer a river. It’s a flood.
We have too damn many clocks.
Still under 300k.
Jobless claims decreased by 4,000 to 294,000 in the week ended Jan. 3, the Labor Department said today in Washington.
The four-week average of claims, a less-volatile measure than the weekly figure, declined to 290,500 from 290,750 the week before.
The number of people continuing to receive jobless benefits climbed by 101,000 to 2.45 million in the week ended Dec. 27. The unemployment rate among people eligible for benefits held at 1.8 percent. These data are reported with a one-week lag.
In other news, Bloomberg’s experts were on target. I think I’ll run out and buy that lottery ticket . . . .
The factors of “9” are “factorials.” Are the factors of “4” “tutorials”?
Rockers (as opposed to “rock-n-rollers”) should not try to do Christmas songs. Too much back-beat.
Based on what I saw at Toys R Us, board games are going the way of T. Rex.
Will the time come when industrial designers realize that users would like control buttons and knobs that can be read without a flashlight? Eight-point light grey letters on black doesn’t cut it.
Also, get off my lawn.
In the Charlie Brown comic in today’s local rag, Snoopy is trying to get into the Winter Olympics in Grenoble. They took place in 1968.
Please make it stop.
Uber and Lyft are nothing more than gypsy cabs with a front office.
Of all the mindless fads–pet rocks, chia pets, low-profile tires–the one that most beggars the imagination is the sudden fascination with kale.
If “Reality Television” represents reality, I needs me some LS and D.